Luo Li's speed slowed down more and more.
She deliberately forced out a sheen of sweat on her forehead, wiping it from time to time, making it appear as if she was extremely exhausted.
This act of feigned weakness actually increasingly matched the power she should possess at Heavenly Fate Realm Level 7.
The black-faced man pursued relentlessly, getting closer and closer to Luo Li.
The distance between the two of them was now only about ten miles.
"Is this guy still this cautious?"
Luo Li silently gauged the distance, feeling a bit helpless in her heart.
Her gaze swept around and noticed a large stone below suitable for resting, so she floated down and settled there.
Sitting cross-legged on the stone, Luo Li placed the Supreme Golden Dragon Sword on her knees, slightly closed her eyes, and pretended to start recovering.
Time passed slowly.
A brightness quietly approached.
